We were on a break in Rome and having an amazing time. A hot Saturday night in Rome, dinner and a cocktail bar. What more can you ask for.
The bar we ended up in was absolutely heaving, we were lucky to get a booth to ourselves. The music was great the drinks cold and the atmosphere electric with everyone having a good time. I looked at Jane, she looked fantastic hair down and a face made up to party with shinning red lips. This holiday was just what we needed.
We got back to our booth from the dance floor and a hostess was there, asking if we minded sharing the booth as they were full and a couple were looking for seats. We didn’t mind, there was plenty of space. She brought them over and all I could think was how could couple look that good. Her in a silver silk slip of a dress him in a tight pair of designer jeans and collared shirt. They were both olive skinned with perfect black hair and big white smiles. They looked like they’d stepped out of an aftershave advert. They introduced themselves, Isabel and Luca. The waitress came back with a magnum of champagne, our new friends said it was the least they could do to say thank you.
Conversation was slow at first but after a few hours between trips to the dance floor and more than a few glasses we were all getting on like we’d known each other for years. She worked in marketing and he’s in the military. I jokingly said that I still tease Jane that the last time she had been in Rome, before we were married she had kissed a Roman soldier. He chuckled and looked at her shrugging “maybe you’ll get a second chance, Roman soldiers are the best in the world” “best at what”” She laughed. “Making love of course” and just like that the mood in our little corner of the busy bar shifted. I realised that he had been looking at her constantly for a while now and so had his wife. He reached across his wife and put his hand on Jane’s forearm, he was looking her straight in the eye but he spoke to me “you are good looking people your wife is a very beautiful woman, my wife and I like beautiful things …. Let us all go dance some more”
They danced off and we sat there looking at each other “that was a bit different” I said to her “I know, they are awesome” I took her hand and pulled her up “let’s go find your Roman soldier” she punched me playfully “god, you’re a perv” They are in the middle of the dance floor and we’re soon dancing in a hot tangle. The hypnotic bass thumping sensually, you could feel it through your whole body. The lights were turned down low and the laser shower was sending colour bouncing around all the gyrating bodies. We were dancing face to face and then I was behind her our hips moving in time to the beat, my hands holding her tight against me. We were both laughing and having the time of my lives. I had my eyes closed soaking it all in when I felt Ingrid push her whole body up against me from behind instantly matching our rhythm. I watch her hands sliding down my arms and onto. Jane’s hips and then slowly up her sides and onto her breasts. At the same time Luca has moved around and is standing in front of of us like a statue in the middle of all these moving people staring at her as his wife and I caress her. She pushes back hard against me grinding her hips into me and putting her head back against my chest. Ingrid’s hands move over her body and up her arms till she is tracing her fingernails up her neck and behind her ears. I feel a shiver traveling through her body and the muscles in her bum contract as she clenches her beautiful arse against my groin.
He takes her my the hand and at the same time Ingrid takes my hand and motions for us to go back to the booth for a drink. She turns to look at me and we both smile and she turns and starts moving to the beat as he draws her further into the crowd. Ingrid leads me back to our table and I pour another glass of champagne, she takes it and slides right up against me putting her small hands on my thigh “my husband likes your wife. I like your wife. I like you” I can feel the blood rushing to my face. “I like you as well” she drains the bubbles in one long sip and looks me in the eyes “my husband is going to be asking Jane to come back to our apartment with us. I am asking you, do you want to watch us make love to your wife” I don’t hesitate “I would love to watch my wife with you” she smiles and runs her hand up my thigh, gives my cock a squeeze and slides out the booth “I knew you two were going to be fun. Wait here I’ll go fetch them, and we can leave before we all get too drunk”
I relax back into the plush seat still feeling the tingle of her hand on my cock and slowly finish my drink. It takes a while but eventually the three of them stumble out the crowd laughing and hanging onto each other, sweat running down their bodies. Her dress is clinging to her body and she’s never looked better.
Luca hails a cab and we all pile into the back, Jane has to sit on my lap and I wrap my arms around her on the bumpy road. Ingrid is sitting between her husband and us and she leans close to Jane and whispers into her ear, her hand resting on her shoulder, Jane nods coyly and she slowly runs her hand down her body and all the way down to her calf and starts using her fingernails to draw little patterns across her skin. She leans even closer and kisses her softly on the cheek. Jane shifts and slips of my lap to squeeze against her as her hands come up to grab Ingrid’s face and pull it towards hers. Their passionate embrace is filled the cab with heat and I look to see if the cab driver is watch, he isn’t. Luca laughs “don’t worry my friend. Rome is the city of love….. no one will judge you here “ I can see he is gently stroking his wife’s back as the two girls make out gently, their hands running through each others hair. Jane pulls away, turns around and whispers “I love you” and pulls me into her, kissing me hard biting my lower lip as she releases me and turns her attention back to Ingrid. The taxi stopped outside an upmarket apartment block, Luca paid the driver and we all packed into the small lift. Luca is standing behind Jane now gently running his palms up and down the soft skin of her arms. She had her eyes closed and her head thrown back leaning against him. He grabs the tops of her arms firmly and pulled her hard against him, a low groan escaped her as he squeezed. She opened her eyes and looked at me nervously, “you ok?” “I am, are you ok?” “God yes, this feels amazing” she says to him “do you work out much. You are so strong” “we do training every day in the army. I am as strong as a horse” Ingrid looks at her mischievously “that’s not the only thing about him that’s like a horse”
The lift stopped and before I knew it we were in a plush apartment with drinks in our hands. “Let’s take these through to the bedroom” Luca suggested. I need a shower after all that dancing. We followed them into a huge master bedroom past the door to a big on suite bathroom. “Make yourself comfortable, join me if you want” said Ingrid unzipping her dress and slipping it down over her hips, she wasn’t wearing a bra and her long jet black hair almost covered her firm round breasts, her dark nipples standing out against her coffee coloured skin in the half light of the bedside lamps. She disappeared into the bathroom as she hooked her thumbs into her g string and the shower started to hum. Luca looks at us “do you want to join us? My wife is very horny right now and so am I” “go ahead we’ll be there in a second” I offered and he disappeared into the light of the bathroom. “Don’t be long”
I pull her close to me and wrap my mouth around hers running my tongue around her soft lips. Her tongue flicks out to meet mine and I suck it into my mouth. We kiss until she pulls away gasping for air. “What’s going on?” she says “this is crazy”. “I know but how good is this, they are so into you. I just want to watch you. You know how it turns me on” “Are you sure” “of course angel! I think they are waiting for you” she pulls her dress down off her shoulders and lets it fall down to the floor. She gives me another kiss and walks away hips swaying and disappears into the bathroom as I finish my drink and pull of my shirt.
When I walked in he is in his briefs and has her pushed up against the glass wall of the shower, he has his face buried between her breasts and is kissing her through the fabric of her bra. He pulls on the edge of the silky material and they both pop out, he immediately wraps his lips around one of her nipples and as his mouth explores his hands move, one to her other breast and the other straight down into her crotch. He slips his hand into her silk panties and her body arches. I can see her nipple under his fingers stiff, he squeezes hard and her whole breast flushes with blood, the pert nipple looking like it will never stop expanding. I almost forgot about Ingrid in the shower “hurry up” she says impatiently and he slips his hand out her and steps out of his briefs, opens the shower door “after you”. She hastily exits her underwear and throws the flimsy bra and panties on top of his crumpled jeans in the corner. Seeing this image is so hot and I can feel myself getting even harder. It’s a big shower with more than enough space for the three of them. Ingrid is covered in soap and Luca moves in behind her rubbing the bubbles across her back and Jane is pressed up close behind him. Her hands move across his muscular shoulders and I can see her fingers massaging him as he flexes, the muscles across his back snake back and forth. She moves down his body with one hand until she has his arse cheek grasped firmly and starts slowly kneading while the other keeps exploring the contours of his muscular body. He reaches behind her and pulls her agains him, her face buried in his neck with hot water running over her she starts rubbing herself against him, his hand sliding up and down the crease of her bum. Ingrid spins around both of them and suddenly Jane is in the middle of these two dark, slick, hard bodies and they are totally focused on her. Luca turns around to face her and his thick cock hangs like a barrier between them water running down his body and off his tip like a waterfall. Ingrid wasn’t wrong he is hung like a horse, long and thick. She looks him up and down hungrily as he slowly puts his fingertips on her neck, she puts her hands on him in exactly the same place and copies every move he makes as he traces across her shoulders and down to her breasts. They are teasing each other’s nipples when Ingrid kneeling behind her whispers “open your legs” she shifts slightly and Ingrid runs her hand up the inside of her thigh into her bush. She circles her fingers gently around looking for the right spot and Jane opens her legs even wider to help her find her most sensitive spot. She finds it and gets the reaction she wants so she slips her thumb inside her as well. With her one hand rubbing her clit she uses the other to squeeze her arse cheek and starts kissing it and gently biting down. She is in ecstasy and I watch as her hands move down over his toned abs and into the dark tangle of hair above his throbbing cock. She wraps both her hands around his shaft and begins to tug rhythmically back and forth, his foreskin pulling tight over his swollen crimson head and then releasing him again. His breathing is getting deeper and his eyes are shut tight. He mutters something in Italian and Ingrid stands up behind her. He pushes her roughly against the glass, hooks his hand behind her left knee and lifts her leg up in the air. It seems impossible but he somehow slides his cock between her legs and up against her, she arches her back slightly and guides him into her with her hand.
I can see everything from where I’m leaning against the counter. Her breasts pushed flat. Her forehead pressed against the glass. Her mouth open breathing hard and fast. The white marks his fingers are leaving as they strain against her skin. The water running in little streams down her body and down over her stretched pussy as his thick cock slowly glides into her, slowly in and slowly out. Over and over again he keeps thrusting as the hot water keeps her clit wet and I can see she is close to cumming, her hips are grinding back against him and she throws her head back and groans. He slips his free hand around the front of her and puts his fingers against the top of her pussy rubbing her clit softly. It’s to much for her and the muscles in her belly are contracting as she clenches tight around him. He doesn’t stop as she starts to convuls in small spasms cumming hard. He slides out of her and lets her leg fall to the floor and turns his attention to his wife who has been watching from the corner with a hand buried between her thighs and the other moving in circles around her nipple. He cups her arse and picks her up against the wall, slides expertly inside of her and begins to slam himself against her, I can hear her skin slapping against the tiles and her squeals of delight as he drives her to orgasm as well.
He puts her down and kisses her gentle whispering to her softly. He takes Jane by the hand and leads her out the shower and out the bathroom as I follow. “I want you to make me cum now” he growls and lies back on the big bed still soaking wet and gestures for her to climb on top of him. She obediently complies and straddles him, his cock is still hard as a rock and she reaches behind to guide it into her, its long and thick and smooth and she slides down onto him slowly until he is buried all the way inside of her, she is pushing herself down as hard as she can trying to feel as much of him inside her as possible. She rocks her body in a circular motion rubbing her clit agains his groin. Ingrid appears and slides down onto the edge of the bed watching them. They move like that for a bit and then she slides her hands of his chest and presses her face into his neck, his hands pull her arse cheeks apart as she lifts herself up and drives back down again. I have a perfect view of his cock glistening as it emerges from her stretching her wide and pulling her soft pink skin down. He thrusts up to meet her and the force of it sends a ripple travelling over her arse. They are pulling themselves so hard into each other they don’t even notice me gasping as I cum, I couldn’t resist it anymore and I’m standing next to the bed with my twitching cock in my hand. I slump back on a piece of furniture when he flips her onto her back without pulling out and keeps plunging into her, its her turn to pull him into her with a cheek clutched in each hand squeezing into the the rock hard dimples with each downward stroke. They are both gasping and she’s cumming again her chin pressed into her chest as she starts gasping and begging him not to stop every muscle in her body contracting. With a final thrust he lets out a long moan and pushes himself down all the way and explodes inside of her. Everything goes quite and he slowly pulls his shaft out of her and stretches out next to her his wet throbbing cock resting on her thigh finally starting to go limp. Ingrid pulls herself up against her other side and they lay there stoking and caressing each other’s sweaty bodies with their eyes closed and their breathing settling down.
I like Italy.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n2o1ma/rome_at_night